We had a delightful few days with Grandma during the school holidays. A real treat to have her come and stay…..there were walks and talks and play. On the last day we took a drive to a local water fall that was very full and “loud” as Amelia said. We also had a great morning tea at a local cafe that has the best collection of old kitchen scales I have ever seen. We visited the chocolate factory and were treated to samples (yum!) and everyone posed in front of the old Blacksmith’s shop that apparently was saved from demolition. It is funny – this local town is teeny, tiny and only 20 minutes away. We should pop out more often. Now I know there is an Op shop…hhhmmm. And it is one of those old fashioned op shops where everything is 50 cents or fill a bag for $4. No excuse now.
A and I used to go to the theatre often. Indeed, being a student in Melbourne meant that you had access to fabulous student theatre and cheap ticket deals at all the right theatre companies. As a treat ( and this was a special treat) A bought us tickets to the MTC’s production of Robert Reid’s The Joy of Text.
I had no idea what it was about but it did not matter. We had made it to the city by evening, in time to eat in Fed Square and see some theatre. Wow.
We were both delighted by Reid’s play – maybe it had something to do with the fact that we had both been involved with student theatre – years ago – and maybe the fact that the play was about teachers, literary theory and student teacher relationships, also resonated with me. There were references to grammar, semiotics, post modernism, deconstruction and Helen Garner’s The First Stone, plagiarism and satire and the subjectivity of truth.
I was amused that the promotional poster ran the byline – Education, it is a blood sport. Given the chaos of ideas, interpretations and relationships that unfold in Reid’s play, maybe it is just that. There will be winners and losers. There will be inspiration and confusion. But in the end – the student moves on, leaves the school and enters the real world. Ready or not.
Do you sometimes find yourself talking with others and realise their perspective, experience and practice of childrearing, domestic life, marriage, work and life is radically different to yours?
I am constantly in this quandary. I may be part of conversations and want to jump in and say this is what worked for me/us. Have you tried doing this with your child? Or in other chats I have to stop myself from being judgemental because I would never do x or y.
I found Nancy Wilson’s “Talking Shop” helpful. Sometimes it is best not to say much. And not to say it on Facebook. To exercise control of my tongue and to know that there is room for various responses. Read it and see what you think….
So this is what our teens are getting up to? We have only recently introduced a phone to our young guy and it has been an interesting learning experience. We have many, many boundaries. Did I say many boundaries? And we are quietly amazed by what young people are up to and are happy to text and facebook.
This article exposes some of those things.
But rather than focusing on the under 18s – it would be good to regularly examine our own engagement with technology. What are we modelling at home? Are we willing to put the phone away, out of hands reach?
How are you using your mobile phone?
I would love to see a mini book of fridges….what does yours look like? Is it a sea of paper bills, children’s artwork, to do lists and the like?? Chances are there will be magnets of the advertising variety, a few alphabet magnets and the odd star chart.
I was delighted to see our youngest work out how to use her sister’s my little ponies to goof effect. So many possibilities.
I have had a real love and hate relationship over the years with The Age. It was the only newspaper I read regularly. But something changed about 15 years ago…the paper went all liberal and sordid. I couldn’t in good faith have a copy of the Sunday edition especially, on the breakfast table without fear that one of my children would find it and want to read about the latest sex scandal or tale of woe. Plus I wasn’t really up for that over my morning coffee. Nowadays we read it online.
So today after a very long supermarket shop, alone – yes a big one at the start of the school holidays, the aim being not to have to go back again for a week(!!!) – I picked up The Sunday Age because I wanted to read about Marion Grasby – from season 2 of Masterchef. A great piece and she just seems so nice.
But what I was really excited to also read about:
Mia Freedmans’s take on married couples demonstrating affection for one another. Yes, it is great to be madly in love with your spouse. And be happy to show it.
Karen Martini’s sweet treats we will need to try this week, include clove and chocolate kisses!
And Julia Baird’s article The Smart Wife. Huma Abedin’s husband may have disgraced himself, but her response to the scandal offers a new narrative for wives affected by such things. She has the opportunity to be smart, be good, be compliant be complicit, be private, be decent. I would hope that she has the opportunity to forgive and to love again. History is one continuos stream of humankind’s sin and mistakes – we are forever hurting those we love with stupid mistakes.
I would love to see marriage celebrated and honoured in our society and this reflected back in the films we see, the papers we read and the tired couples we see playing with their kids on the weekend at the park. So to a week of kisses and love. May we be smart wives who are madly in love with our husbands.